Debauchery At The Dinner Party Novels & Stories

"Okay madam, I will leave now." This evening was the most important event for single maidens of New York City. Apparently, there was a dinner party held by the mother of the most wanted bachelor in town, Drake Silvermoon. Every invited girl knew that it was not an ordinary dinner party; it was a competition to win Drake's heart. So they tried to look their best to please Drake’s eye, but still decent enough to pass his mother's moral standard. While his mother was busy catering to the guests, Drake Silvermoon sat next to his beta at the dinner party, looking depressed.

The display lit up briefly when he received a text from Isabel. Upon noticing that it was only Isabel texting him, he paid no mind to it and directed his attention back to the meeting. … An hour passed in the blink of an eye. The sun was about to set when Caprice and Isabel left the apartment. The assistant did not go with them. The girls went to the location where the dinner party was held. It was a luxurious manor villa located in the suburbs. The party took place outdoors on a well-maintained lawn illuminated with light installation. The decoration was nothing short of stately, and every decoration piece was expensive and exquisite. It was the definition of luxury, a playground for the ri

If it wasn't for Rain, she wondered if she’d have ever gotten the zeal to keep on going all those years. Those years of having a racing heart, not knowing whenever Lord Draven would deem it time to come for her. She could still remember… . . The scene unfolded before her like a horrific play as she traveled through the memory lane. It was a grand De La Mort dinner party. The De La Morts were lovers of parties. The number of people in the family was twelve. It was more like a cluster of vampires turned by Lord De La Morts himself. Sometimes, they’d have a few vampire friends over. This night was one of such.

I cursed at him, not caring about what he would do in regards to my attitude. “You were literally fidgeting down there, now you want to run my mouth on me.” He shook his head like he was embarrassed for me. “Anyways, we are going to a dinner party tomorrow, prepare yourself mentally so you won’t end up crying again.” He taunted me then walked away immediately. I was dumbfounded. I felt like screaming. If I’m correct then the party he was talking about was like a cover up party where all the elite under the Cross secret organization will come together to make their shading dealings without being caught. I sniffed. “You all are going to regret ever crossing path with me.” –

Since Dana had only instructed him to treat Xavia well, the butler replied, “Very well, Miss Lockhart. Here’s my name card. Feel free to call me whenever you need help.” “Got it,” replied Xavia as she quietly began navigating through the party… The banquet hall was far grander than she had anticipated, and everyone present was dressed in expensive-looking clothes. With so many rich individuals drinking and gambling, the atmosphere was pretty rowdy, to say the least. Then again, such events were kind of expected for those in the upper classes of society…

she mumbled. I cut her off feeling bored, “Stop pretending, Debbie! You know the truth about our relationship. So, no need for that now!” She smiled but didn't say anything further. After a short pause while I was wearing my jacket, Debbie cleared her throat and said, “My father arranged for a dinner party to introduce you to the family.” “Okay” I said nonchalantly while I was grabbing my car keys from the coffee table. I had always hated these kinds of occasions, but I had to agree. As long as it sustains my empire to stay in control of the market, I'll do it.

Past the point of expecting anything different. As the night wore on, the party descended further into debauchery. The music grew louder, the dancing more frenzied, the inhibitions lower. Elara found herself clearing away a spilled tray of appetizers when she saw Damon detach himself from the crowd. He caught the eye of a young woman with bright red hair, lured her closer, whispered something in her ear, and then, hand-in-hand, they disappeared up the stairs towards the bedrooms.

"You're a spoilt man who lacks a mother figure. Ah, sweet Jean, poor momma's boy. Let me ask you, if you got tired of me, how long would it take for you to find a new lover?" "I'm not out of a girl's arms, even for one night. I have to find a new lover the same day we break up. Have you ever heard about Veirea's dinner party?" "The dinner party for rich men?" "Yup. You know, I'm interested in attending that dinner party to find a new girl. I heard that they provide the most beautiful girls who have the potential to become mistresses. Poor ladies think they're just going to be waitresses, only dressed half-naked, but actually they're merchandise on display, showing their boobs and tits so tha

he said under his breath. Logan looked over at him, then stepped close to Dylan to look at the phone. His eyes also grew wide. “Oh my god.” The dinner party was held in a banquet hall at a local high-end steakhouse called ______________. As Maria and I were guided back to the hall by the hostess, I couldn’t help but be jealous of the rich people dining here as we passed by. I felt like I would never even come close to having the kind of money one needed to eat $50+ steaks. It didn’t seem fair.

Jack, who is following to pay the bill, swipes his card and twitches at the corner of his mouth, feel his heart is bleeding, why did his boss pamper the little girl to this extend? Louise Young had a dinner party tonight. After drinking too much, with the help of a few friends, he went back to the downstairs of his apartment, staggered into the elevator and went upstairs. After entering the door, he groped for the switch. As soon as he turned on the light, he let out a ghost cry. On the sofa in the living room, there were about 20 people sitting, standing or squatting, all dressed up in motorcycle leather clothes and riveted trousers.